I won’t ask or make forever promises lest time finds us wading through arrears. But life’s too precious for counting the losses of things left unsaid on uncertainty's frontiers. And all those days' cares that were spent with you, your lips lingering on mine in the afterglow, now seem restless, demanding their due. Branding my restraint a betrayal, bemoaning the woe. So I’ll wrap my intents in the designs of a cypher With its key underneath the import of my Name desired in every lexicon; should you choose to decipher or be left entangled, if you never felt the same.